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Nov. 28th, 2016 10:54 amI was poking around, looking at Yuletide prompts, and found someone interested in crossovers between The Pretender and other fandoms. I looked at their bookmarks, and most of them were things I couldn’t write, didn’t think made sense with The Pretender, or simply don’t know enough about to write. But I spotted one crossover option that I want someone else to write— The Pretender/Psych. I want this, but there’s not a chance in hell that I could write it. Psych is way outside of my comfort zone as a writer.
I don’t know that I will ever write for any of the prompts I’ve saved off. I think I’ve only finished one story based on a prompt like that, and the prompt was about six years old when I did it, and I’d lost track of who had asked for it originally.
I managed to pick up enough points in Ingress yesterday to advance to level 9. I’m unlikely to get to level 10 any time soon as it requires a lot more points. I already have the necessary badges, at least.
The power cord for my laptop completely died yesterday, so now Cordelia and I are trading off time with her cord while we wait for the one Scott ordered as a replacement arrives. It’s supposed to arrive on Wednesday, but who knows? How long my battery lasts depends on how many different things I try to do. If I just use a word processor and my email program, it lasts a lot longer than if I have two browsers and iTunes and chat and…
So I may not be online quite so much during the times when Cordelia’s at home and wanting to use her laptop.
As if balancing out me figuring out what to do to make my foot feel better, my hands are hurting a lot more now. It’s not bad enough that I’m willing to stop using them, but it’s bad enough that I can tell that I should stop.
Oh, and I looked up that thing about the CYP2C9 enzyme system that wasn’t clear to me in my genetic testing results. I understood about half of the Wikipedia article, and everything else I found looked even more difficult to parse. My main takeaway was that I process NSAIDs differently (not clear on if I don’t metabolize them to get them out of my bloodstream or if they work less well or if they dance the polka) and that there are a bunch of other medications that I maybe shouldn’t take that don’t relate at all to psychiatric stuff. For example, Warfarin was mentioned, too.
I want to drop some stuff off at Cordelia’s school today. She’ll be staying late for drama club, so I could go in right as school lets out and take the stuff directly to her teacher rather than leaving it at the office. It’s a bag with 30 or so magazines, so I’m not too worried about being able to carry it.
I’ve got a longish to do list now. There are eight items that are going to be time consuming or stressful and eight items that will be relatively quick and/or not particularly stressful. My current plan is to get dressed, post this, and start on the things that will be quick (less than 15 minutes) and easy to do. I’m not sure if I’ll just try to power through all of them or if I’ll alternate with harder but quick things. The time consuming stuff probably won’t get done until after all of the quick things.
I ought to do some laundry, but I think that’s getting put off until Wednesday because, if I do that, I won’t do anything else. I think I’ve got enough left that I can wear that I don’t need to wash things until then. I mainly want to because of how much is in the hamper.
I don’t know that I will ever write for any of the prompts I’ve saved off. I think I’ve only finished one story based on a prompt like that, and the prompt was about six years old when I did it, and I’d lost track of who had asked for it originally.
I managed to pick up enough points in Ingress yesterday to advance to level 9. I’m unlikely to get to level 10 any time soon as it requires a lot more points. I already have the necessary badges, at least.
The power cord for my laptop completely died yesterday, so now Cordelia and I are trading off time with her cord while we wait for the one Scott ordered as a replacement arrives. It’s supposed to arrive on Wednesday, but who knows? How long my battery lasts depends on how many different things I try to do. If I just use a word processor and my email program, it lasts a lot longer than if I have two browsers and iTunes and chat and…
So I may not be online quite so much during the times when Cordelia’s at home and wanting to use her laptop.
As if balancing out me figuring out what to do to make my foot feel better, my hands are hurting a lot more now. It’s not bad enough that I’m willing to stop using them, but it’s bad enough that I can tell that I should stop.
Oh, and I looked up that thing about the CYP2C9 enzyme system that wasn’t clear to me in my genetic testing results. I understood about half of the Wikipedia article, and everything else I found looked even more difficult to parse. My main takeaway was that I process NSAIDs differently (not clear on if I don’t metabolize them to get them out of my bloodstream or if they work less well or if they dance the polka) and that there are a bunch of other medications that I maybe shouldn’t take that don’t relate at all to psychiatric stuff. For example, Warfarin was mentioned, too.
I want to drop some stuff off at Cordelia’s school today. She’ll be staying late for drama club, so I could go in right as school lets out and take the stuff directly to her teacher rather than leaving it at the office. It’s a bag with 30 or so magazines, so I’m not too worried about being able to carry it.
I’ve got a longish to do list now. There are eight items that are going to be time consuming or stressful and eight items that will be relatively quick and/or not particularly stressful. My current plan is to get dressed, post this, and start on the things that will be quick (less than 15 minutes) and easy to do. I’m not sure if I’ll just try to power through all of them or if I’ll alternate with harder but quick things. The time consuming stuff probably won’t get done until after all of the quick things.
I ought to do some laundry, but I think that’s getting put off until Wednesday because, if I do that, I won’t do anything else. I think I’ve got enough left that I can wear that I don’t need to wash things until then. I mainly want to because of how much is in the hamper.
